The Path of Love Halimah
Episodes 20. Bitter Reality

I was hospitalized for 18 days.

Today the doctor finally allowed me to go home.

After various treatments, I went through, including seeing a psychologist who handled my mental health that was shaken greatly as a result of the trauma of the accident that took my beloved husband.

I was taken home to my parents' house.

Not impressed.

I asked him, I feel unable if I have to go back to the boarding school and see all the memories that were imprinted for three months with Brother Hafiz there.

"Yet.. Tomorrow Halimah wants to see Brother's grave." I said slowly after dinner with Mom and Dad.

"Tomorrow Mother and Father between ya.." replied the mother nodded slowly.

"Are you sure, son?? Are you strong??" ask mommy anyway.

"God willing Buk.." I answered bitterly.

"Well then tomorrow afternoon we go.. This medicine is taken first, after that Halimah rest yes. " replied Mother again to me.

I nodded and obeyed my mother's orders.

After taking the medicine I immediately cleaned myself and then took the ablution water to do the isya prayer.

I looked at Mother at the glance who returned to shed tears seeing my current situation.

I know how hard I try to stand up in front of me.

I tried to smile back at him.

Frisson.

I was praying under the 5-watt room lamp.

It feels so empty.

Not one rakaatpun apart from the tears that continue to pour.

Many times I have distinguished between each of my prayer readings.

I can't hold tightness in my chest.

"I am sick, O ALLAH... I'm sick...!!!" I shouted in my heart.

"Keep Me, O ALLAH... Strengthen Me.." I whispered again begging in silence.

I kept crying until my eyes felt tired and sleepy.

The effect of the medicine I was taking just now seemed to start reacting.

I also fell asleep in the face that was still wrapped.

Among the tears that still flowed under my conscious.

I fell asleep until Azan's voice startled me.

"Astagfirullah.." I said repeatedly before moving to get back to taking ablution water.

After the dawn prayer, I went out of the room to the kitchen.

I smiled at Mom who was busy preparing her merchandise cakes.

"Mom must have bothered so much during these three months, right?" I approached to help him.

"No really.. Mom is ordinary. The beginning you go first does feel a bit troublesome because there is usually you who help Mom.. But after getting used to it does not feel bothered anymore.. After all, there is your father who sometimes helps Mom if there are more cake orders." replied Mom with a smile so warm.

"From today Halimah will help Mother again." I said again.

I just nodded and smiled back at my words.

"Mom went to the store first.. You're home careful.. Don't forget to take medicine ya.." said Mother bwrpamitan after her cakes are ready to be brought to the market.

"okay Buk... Dad where? have you been to the garden?" ask again.

"It's been.. I left early so I could go home sooner, she said.." replied Mother again to me while lifting a tray over her head and topping one more basket in her left hand.

"Mom went yes.. Door in lock.. Assalamualaikum" Mother said again before leaving me alone at home.

"Waalaikumsalam.." I replied slowly.

"I have to be strong for them.. I still have people who love me so much.. Mother.. Fathering.. Halimah love you guys.. "Whisper me in my heart.